A man and his dog, trying to make sense of it. A man trying to cook, while avoiding the dogs Cato like attempts to brain him. A man trying very hard not to complain about his working day. A man of no faith, who worships Birmingham City. A man who loves the sort of music that gets him labelled with bad words. .A dog with little brain but great appetite. Welcome to our world.. a world full of wife, children, cats and vegetables. A good world.

Wednesday, January 29, 2003

Medical science having failed in its eternal attempts to cure me of crippling migraines, I continue to seek an answer in quackery. I have tried cranio sacral therapy which is an extremely pleasant experience but is no cure, although there did seem to be an improvement for about 12 months or so. The number of herbal remedies I have tried doesn't bear thinking about.
Today I tried reflexology for the first time. I didn't happen to have a migraine at the time so it is a bit difficult to judge, plus she recommended 6 treatments for it to be fully efficaceous. I will reserve judgement but continue with the treatments. A couple of things she said were very impressive. She identified that I have severe discomfort in my neck and again in my lower back and spine just from piddling about with my toes, and I have to admit that there seems to be significantly less tension there than there was before, although that could be a placebo effect. Anyway, it is a beautifully chuffin pleasurable way to while away an hour even if there are no health benefits.